Thursday, June 17, 2010

Sportsman's Paradise R.I.P.

Aww, mes amis, it's breaking me down. It's been heavy on me, but this week I've felt a shift from anger to sorrow, with complete numb-out just around the corner. We're losing.

And I can't help feeling that this happened on our generation's watch. We've let ourselves become so divided and at the same time grown so comfortable, dumb, and entitled. It's not Repub vs. Dem, or liberal vs.'s giant corporations vs. the People and the Earth. Has this ever been more obvious than what we're seeing unfolding in the Gulf of Mexico?

I got the blues friends. Buddy Guy might be singing about his baby leaving, or maybe he's watching our Gulf fill up with oil. Either way, it's hard to imagine either one of them coming back.

1 comment:

  1. Sad, sad, sad myself, DM. And I'm not the wailin' kind. But when I saw the pictures of dead sea turtles washed ashore last week, I cried. Turtles! ferrchrissake! Why that image broke through while the enormity of the stinky, brown, gooey facts had not? I don't know. Even sadder still, Buddy's raised cottage won't survive this either, or the bottomland where it sits. So let the wailin' flood gates open. And hope that righteous anger is the rider by my side. As but one of those comfortable, dumb and entitled - shame on me, too.